The girl was wearing a large sterile gown. Hearing this, she silently took off her gloves and threw them into a medical trash can.
Her raven-black eyelashes drooped slightly as she restrained her aura.
Everyone couldn't take their eyes off her.
Third Aunt reacted and said in a panic, "That's right, aren't you a Miracle Doctor? They have no way. What about you? You should have a way!"
Could it be that she was called a Miracle Doctor for nothing?!
She was going to say that.
Before she could say anything, a sharp gaze swept over her. She stopped abruptly, her old face turning red.
Qiao Nian retracted her gaze and slowly took off her sterile clothes and threw them into the trash can. Then, she said in a hoarse voice, "Your grandfather's condition is similar to what Dr. Song said. He needs specific targeted medicine. That medicine isn't sold on the market…"
